Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 153 Please Give Me a Gun
The jeep drove into XX Hospital in CQ City.

It stopped in front of a small building built from north to south at the end of the yard with the entrance facing east.

Wei Pingan followed Ai Mufen and Yuan Qihong upstairs.

Came to the intensive care unit on the second floor.

I happened to see four white coats wearing masks, exporting around the patient.

One person was drawing blood, and there were seven or eight test tubes on the cart so dark.

Someone was using traditional Chinese medicine to inject needles into An Zhiyong's scalp. Wei Pingan looked at the old doctor wearing glasses, and pinched An Zhiyong's scalp with a 20-centimeter silver needle.

Someone is introducing a hose through An Zhiyong's mouth, which looks like a gastric lavage operation, but what does this have to do with An Zhiyong's coma?

There is also a white coat with a straight posture, who is recording.

Judging by his figure, the military temperament is greater than that of a doctor.

Wei Pingan frowned.

"What is this doing?"

"Old An, I've seen it like this for the past few days. I've been tested and tested every day, but the results have no effect at all..."

Cui Gang couldn't bear to look directly, and kept turning his head to look outside.

So he was the first to see Wei Pingan coming over.

At the same time that Wei Pingan stepped into the second floor, the system prompts flashed one by one.

After listening to Cui Gang's "complaint", Wei Pingan silently browsed through several system prompt messages, and his heart suddenly became furious.

In this day and age, soldiers are too kind and trust the doctor's diagnosis too much.

There is no defense or suspicion in my heart.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the later white coats were in such a bad situation that they had nothing to fear.

The so-called poor people must have something to hate. There are not a few people who do evil and don't stop them. How can they be beaten to death on the pillar of shame later.

"close the door."

Wei Pingan bit the groove and said something.

Ai Mudun and Yuan Qihong looked at each other and chose to obey.

After all, Wei Ping'an has repeatedly held meetings and reiterated that he will risk his life and protect the country's important craftsman.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing and listen to me."

"Who are you? Don't interfere with our treatment of patients. What if something goes wrong because of you?"

The doctor who took the notes was quite angry, Wei Pingan said something kindly, and immediately replied without hesitation.

Wei Pingan nodded.

Started to walk, walked over.

As he got closer, he walked around the cart and came to the doctor who made the record.

"what are you doing?"

The doctor's voice was still the same as before, with a hard tone straight to the forehead.

Wei Ping'an turned his head and looked at the three busy people on both sides of the hospital bed.

It didn't stop at all.

boom!
Wei Ping kicked it out.

Dang bang!
The doctor's body was kicked up in the air, bowed like a shrimp, flew upside down and hit the glass.

Then it shattered the glass and stretched out for about one meter before falling from mid-air.

puff.

"Ah! Dead!"

"Someone jumped off the building."

In the ward, the other three doctors stopped.

Some people's eyes were blank, and some people's hands began to tremble.

Some people also showed fear in their eyes, and even started to move towards the door.

It was also the first time that Ai Mufeng saw Wei Ping an angry.

Ai Muzhen's force value is somewhat estimated.

But obviously the estimate is still too conservative.

Kicking people out with one kick, Ai Mufen and Yuan Qihong may be a little short, but Cui Gang can definitely do it.

But it shattered the glass and fell straight out.

This leg strength is not something that ordinary people can have.

"This doctor, how much blood did you draw for my comrade-in-arms?"

The doctor trembled and remained silent.

Wei Pingan looked at the densely packed test tubes on the trolley, half of which contained dark blood plasma.

"How often do you smoke this amount?"

The doctor remained silent.

Cui Gang couldn't help interjecting: "It was okay before, once a week, or every three or four days. Since last week, I have smoked so much every day, and I smoked twice yesterday."

boom!
Wei Pingan picked up a stool and smashed it on the doctor's head.

The white bean curd mixed with blood stains was sprayed in the ward.

On the wall, on An Zhiyong lying on the bed, on the quilt and on the ground...

"Wei..."

Ai Mudun wanted to speak and took half a step, but was held back by Yuan Qihong.

Dui Yuan's eyes sparkled. She was so happy to see Wei Pingan's behavior.

"Come on, doctor, you are a Chinese medicine doctor, right..."

"No, don't, I, no, don't, that..."

"Excuse me, does my comrade-in-arms have a cold and a stuffy nose? What problems does your treatment aim to solve?"

The doctor fell back in a panic and fell backwards while sitting on the ground.

Wei Pingan walked forward step by step, talking while walking.

"How long have you been treating my comrades? What is the reason for this method of acupuncture? Come on, tell me about it, doctor."

"No, no, sorry, sorry, I, no, I..."

boom!
Wei Pingan kicked it over.

A click.

The neck bones of the middle-aged Chinese medicine practitioner were all exposed.

Dead right.

Cui Gang licked his dry lips.

This young man who was smiling at the beginning, the master of An Zhiyong's son, really did not expect to be such a stubborn stubble.

A smell of urine spread in the ward.

It was the doctor who inserted the catheter in An Zhiyong's mouth, and he was so frightened that he became incontinent.

"Open the door, open the door quickly."

The closed ward door was knocked violently from outside.

Wei Pingan gestured, and the door was opened.

A fat man in a white coat rushed in aggressively, followed by a dozen or so security personnel.

"Get caught."

The fat white coat didn't say anything after entering the door. He glanced around and saw Wei Pingan inside. He waved his hand and tried to control him forcibly.

The person who was kicked out of the window was not an ordinary person, he was sent by those people.

They are all existences who plan to kill, kill, and drink blood underground.

Now that he died clearly, if the murderer hadn't been arrested and handed over, there would be absolutely no good fruit waiting for him.

He didn't want to experience the cold muzzle of the gun hitting his temple again.

As for the soldiers.

They are all people who abide by the rules. He is not worried that his life will be in danger.

At most, he would be scolded for a few words. If this group of soldiers and ruffians dared to do something, he planned to report and sue.

They are not afraid of the organized and disciplined regular army, but they are afraid of the desperate country style with their heads on their belts.

"You want to arrest me?"

"Kill to pay for your life, pay for your debts, you are finished! Be smart, I advise you to be arrested obediently, so as to save yourself an extra beating."

"Give me a gun."

Wei Pingan beckoned, facing Ai Mulin's direction.

Yuan Qihong's reaction was faster than Ai Muzhen's. Without a word, he took out the May [-]th pistol, pulled it twice, made two clicks, and threw it directly.

The movement is smooth and smooth, and it looks quite chic.

Wei Pingan took the gun without any hesitation.

boom!
boom!
Two shots at the fat white coat.

One shot hits the heart first, maybe the opponent has a lot of fat, and after being shot, he can stagger forward two steps.

Then Wei Pingan fired a shot.

This shot hit the forehead.

The impact caused the whole head of the white coat to suddenly fall back, driving the whole body to no longer move forward.

Then, the body fell backwards.

Ai Mudun and Yuan Qihong subconsciously looked at each other.

This shot was repaired, but it was too professional.

The subconscious reaction is definitely not to do it after calculating in your head.

Because of the smooth and silky movements, professionals like them would feel that Wei Pingan must have tried thousands of times before he could react like a conditioned reflex.

Another key point is that this action reveals viciousness.

Let the people who see it feel tight in their hearts.

Chills down the back.

The security guards who came with fat white coats were armed, although they were also armed.

But how to put it, most of them are fake.

They dare not shoot at others indiscriminately.

Originally, they dared to do it because someone in front of them took the responsibility, and they all obeyed orders, and they couldn't blame everyone if something happened.

But the person who carried the matter in front died.

This is equivalent to the sky falling, and there is no taller one.

This group of security personnel has no leader, so how dare they show their strength.

One fights one by one, and the one behind turns around and flees, driving the whole team of more than a dozen people to run out.

"The gun is good."

Wei Pingan bumped the gun in his hand, turned off the safety, and threw it back to Yuan Qihong.

"It's said that you don't want to help your relatives. When it's critical, you don't have the strength of Team Yuan. Hey, it's really nothing to cook so many delicious things for you."

"Why, is Master Wei in charge at home?"

"My craft is pretty good, please try it some other day."

"I'm serious."

Hearing that Wei Ping'an's tone was so natural and relaxed, Cui Gang breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care about how many people died. If it wasn't for the hope of saving Lao An, he wouldn't be able to swallow the anger during this time.

Wei Pingan just did what he would do in the future.

Ai Mudun and Yuan Qihong obviously also realized this truth.

"What's the matter with Lao An? What's wrong with these doctors?"

"These are not doctors at all."

Wei Pingan pointed to the middle-aged man whose neck was broken by his kick, and said, "Well, I barely know a little about acupuncture, but it's just treating a stuffy nose and cold."

"Damn, it's probably for Lao An's blood."

"Damn it."

Yuan Qihong spat and said harshly.

"It seems that the place you went to is a bit unusual..."

Wei Pingan was startled suddenly.

He turned on the space projection, and found a disgusting weird thing in An Zhiyong's mind.

Corpse weeters.

"The place you are going to is Mount Siguniang?"

"Yeah, didn't I tell you?"

"Is there a group of grave diggers from Changsha with you?"

"Eh? You know again?"

This must be what Ai Mufeng said.

Wei Pingan gave her a blank look.

"The ancient building of the Zhang family... Interesting."

"What are you talking about? You beat around the bush. An Zhiyong's disease, do you have a solution?"

"Don't worry, you should wake up after a while."

"What are you doing? Why are you here? He can wake up after a while?"

"It's very complicated, and I can't explain it to you."

In fact, when Ai Muzhen asked for help, Lao Zhao dumped the blame on Wei Pingan, hoping that he would take back his prosthetic limbs, and by the way, let him see his good buddy for the last time.

Well, of course, he has been in Shanghai for too long, and Lao Li is not satisfied. Find a chance to remind him that it is time to reunite with Li Lu, the daughter of Lao Li's family, in the capital.

Unexpectedly, Wei Ping'an rescued An Zhiyong smoothly.

This is also a coincidence that I found the right major.

"Longevity" is obtained by raising corpses in the brain. Once this kind of garbage gets in and wants to get it out, even if it is a craniotomy in later generations, it is difficult to ensure that brain cells and nerves will not be damaged when the living things are removed. damage.

The human brain is the most mysterious place. Once it is damaged, it is an uncontrollable disease.

And there is absolutely no cure.

But when Wei Ping'an's system hangs up, it's easy and pleasant to deal with.

The space shudders, take it away.

Done, done.

Also obtained a corpse that can be researched casually.

Although this thing looks disgusting, but look carefully...

Well, more disgusting.

Wei Ping'an would not keep this thing in his farm and pasture.

There are now green trees, melons and fruits all over the mountains and forests, poultry and livestock flying everywhere...

It can't be polluted because of a corpse.

At that time, there are so many delicious and cute little animals, how can I eat them.

Regardless of life or death, Wei Ping'an has been stored in the eternal space.

If something like this happened in the hospital, the military would definitely intervene.

But fortunately, it has nothing to do with the normal outpatient building and inpatient department in front.

Just in this small building with special care.

These have nothing to do with Wei Pingan.

They had already changed another ward, and they also dispatched a few nurses from the front to take care of An Zhiyong, the patient on the bed.

Although the corpse problem has been resolved, after all he has been tossed for so long, IV drips are still needed to restore his body.

Fortunately, with Wei Pingan watching, there was no further trouble.

An Zhiyong woke up at 2 o'clock in the morning on the third day.

"Old Wei, thank you."

"Obviously, it means that you have always been aware of the outside world?"

"Well, it feels weird, like the body is not my own, like a third person, watching a farce..."

"Then after I came here, how did you feel?"

Wei Pingan asked with interest.

"I don't know anything, I've been in a coma, and I just woke up today."

"You bastard!"

Wei Pingan smiled and shook his head indifferently.

"You saved my life again. If you count it, I won't be able to finish this life."

"My brother, don't do that. Your son is my disciple. This is enough."

The implication is that your son will take care of me, and our relationship is settled.

"Hey, that boy Anyang, but he is getting farther and farther away from your master..."

"You're out of date now...he's not in the rolling mill now, I transferred him to my side, and he's in the Shanghai steel mill right now, and he's being called out one by one every day."

"Yeah, what's going on, you talk to me..."

An Zhiyong woke up.

But the body is too short and needs to rest for a few days before returning to the capital.

Ai Mufeng also took the opportunity to ask some questions about the operation of the mecha.

Yuan Qihong didn't understand, but it didn't prevent her from brushing with a bad pen.

I don't understand it now, but I will understand it sooner or later. I don't need it now, and my mother will be able to rely on it sooner or later.

Yuan Qihong had this kind of thinking.

"Old Cui, when I return to the capital next time, I will upgrade your arm, at least you will have to use an iron fist..."

Cui Gang raised a question mark.

Wei Pingan smiled happily.

These are all his own bad tastes.

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